Forms

Geof Huth, "atened" and "ostracosa" (4 April 2017)

The word takes shape. As we make it, it becomes. From the shadows of thought, a sound arises, a shape finds its place.

The write of pwoermds is not a poet but merely someone struggling to give names to the world. The process is Adamic, simple, element. And each of those words written down mars a surface, changes a place.

The pwoermd names only what holds it. And thus, for the first time, we see it: the thing. Without the help of words, we would not know what we saw, we would not even know how to feel.

Here I am, says the pwoermd, See me. I am here only for an instant. Watch me, before I disappear.

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